paroles de chanson Drug Store Truck Drivin' Man - 1973 Live Version - Gram Parsons

Well, he's got him a house on the hill
He plays country music 'til you've had your fill
He's a fireman's friend, he's an all night D.J
But he sure don't think much of the records he plays

He's a drug store truck drivin' man
He's the head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He'll be lucky if he's not in town
Neil Flanz on the pedal steel

Well, he don't like the young folks I know
'Cause he told me one night on his radio show
He's got him a medal he won in the war
It weighs 500 pounds and it sleeps on his floor

He's a drug store truck drivin' man
He's the head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He'll be lucky if he's not in town

Well, he's been like a father to me
He's the only D.J. you can hear after three
I'm an all night musician in a rock and roll band
And why he don't like me, I can't understand

He's just a drug store truck drivin' man
He's the head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He'll be lucky if he's not in town
When summer rolls around
He'll be lucky if he's not in town

Thank you very much
Drug Store, Big Mouth
Ye-ha, Big Mouth, that's the name of the next song
It's off of Gram's new album GP
And it's about New York City, or at least, that's got a lot to do it
As it would seem
This here is WLIR, Emp' state (very good)
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